Anywhere else you’d think a person was crazy to pose, unsolicited and out in the open. Which warrants an “Only in New York.” Leaving the train, on my way to Lincoln Center, my expectation was to find photographers and celebs everywhere. Partially true. Ironically there were more “normal” people posing for photographers than celebs. These were mostly bloggers and their subjects on the prowl for street photography. The posers, no pun intended, wanted (needed?) to be seen. And they were beautiful and patient. I’m thinking people ignored the wet behind the ears girl. Whether I had the correct equipment who knows or cares or has time for all of that. I jumped in with the big boys, and girls.
Hours later, I was off to catch my next train and couldn’t my ticket. “Someone GOT me for my pass!” I said it just as you read it: loud and crazy-like, dazed with arms flailing.
Only in New York.